A Dream Realized

"Here we are. I believe this is just your size," she said as she spun Alexis toward the mirror and momentarily held a dress up in front of him.

Looking at himself in the mirror, he gasped when realized a group of teen girls were walking into the shop behind him. They looked like they were part of the popular crowd from one of the local high schools, the queen bees that strutted their stuff and intimidated everyone else.

They were all fashionably dressed in various cuts of expensive designer jeans and fancy tops that highlighted their figures in a classy, attractive way without being slutty.

Each of the five girls wore a different style of high heels that were three inches tall or more. Their hair and exquisite makeup were flawless. Small diamond stud earrings and equally impressive necklaces reflected brilliant flashes of light as they walked.

First, it was the tough guys that could have beat him to a bloody pulp, and now he was going to get teased and laughed at by the mean girls.

"I'm getting uneasy about doing this," Alexis gasped.

As soon as the words were out he realized he had made a mistake. Asking Brianna to stop was going to ruin everything.

"What? Over those girls?" responded Brianna as she placed the dress down on top of the rack.

She glanced over her shoulder then turned back to Alexis, with a twinkle in her eye. Leaning in close with her head over his left shoulder and her mouth next to his ear, she looked him in the eyes, through the mirror and whispered, "Alexis, you have nothing to worry about. Those girls come in here all the time. They are not going to think you're weird. I'll tell you a secret. One of those beautiful girls is biologically a boy, and the others know all about it."

Brianna walked away to go assist the girls, leaving Alexis standing in front of the mirror, alone. Alexis kept his back to the girls and stared at them intently through the mirror, watching their every move. It didn't seem possible. They all acted like typical popular girls, giggling, posing, and preening as they waltzed through the store.

He had read many internet discussions about passing, so he tried to see if he could figure out which one of them could be the boy. Maybe the tallest one, with the purple spandex shirt, skinny jeans and high heeled boots? No, those pants would make a bulge obvious, and she was flat in front and showing curves everywhere else.

How about the one wearing the heavy eye makeup? Was she hiding something behind all the cosmetics? Not likely, he decided. Her hands looked too tiny and delicate.

The one with the brown curls and long, frilly bohemian-style top? Possible, that outfit could hide almost any figure underneath, but then that top was low enough that she was showing a hint of cleavage.

Alexis kept wondering which one it could be while Brianna walked over to the girls and chatted. Eventually, she handed a package from behind the counter, to the second tallest girl in the group, a beautiful girl with a strawberry blonde, fishtail-braided head of hair, pleated miniskirt, and three inch heeled, sequined sling-backs.

The girls continued to browse as Brianna headed back to Alexis.

"She had to pick up a back order. A little something to make her front look smooth enough to wear yoga pants."

As the girls turned to head out of the dress shop Brianna smiled at Alexis. "So, are you ready to try on some girl's clothes now?"

Alexis was aware that his Mom was still being detained by the store owner, while Brianna had him under her control. Wearing a pretty dress was something Alexis had fantasized about, but he was also worried. He had read a lot of stories online about boys being seen by their mother, in girls clothes and then being punished.

"Try - something - on," he asked slowly.

"Sure, why not? I know it is something you really really want to do. Why else would you be here," Brianna stated in a reassuring voice. "This is a safe place to explore."

"I'm not sure my mother would be okay with that."

"My mom and I will handle her. You have nothing to worry about. Just trust me."

Brianna led Alexis past Beth and Ann, and Alexis overheard Ann telling his mom, "Lots of boys come in here for the same thing. It really is okay, Ms. Evans."

Once Alexis and Brianna were well past them, Ann gave Beth a firm but friendly push and indicated they should follow the two.

She continued to explain as they walked, "We are known as the Today's Girl Dress Shop, and we carry a lot of very stylish clothes for girls that have not yet developed. Athletic girls and dancers who keep their weight down and often develop several years later than some of their classmates. If a girl is tall or still has a pre-teen figure we think she should still be able to look good in a dress. And then there are the customers like your son, that will need all the loving, supportive help they can get."

As Ann and Beth joined Alexia and Brianna at a rack of dresses, Brianna turned towards Beth and added, "Girls with boyish figures often look best in high-necked tops that bunch at the neck and bust. They give the appearance of a fuller chest. Tasteful front pleats or frills also help achieve a soft feminine look."

Alexis tried to gather his thoughts as experienced experts Brianna and Ann began to take turns making suggestions. They would drop an idea, watch for the response in attitude or body language, then adjust the conversation accordingly.

Mom clearly was not enthusiastic, but Alexis was becoming intrigued by where this was all going. He was so excited that his mom was okay enough with this as to not object, that he could barely contain his emotions.

Her reluctant acceptance helped to calm his nerves immensely. So much so that he started giving increasingly affirmative responses to the fashion chatter.

This was not how he expected to initiate a conversation with Mom, but it seemed like it was the right thing to do at the moment, to play along.

"If you want to add more volume up top, look for something like this one. Empire style dresses are a great design that always makes the breasts appear fuller."

"Empire style?" asked Alexis.

Brianna and her mother continued gushing with advice. "Luckily for you, most of these dresses, designed for girls with smaller busts actually hang better on boys!"

"Do very many other boys shop here?" asked Beth finally.

"Yes, all the time. You would be amazed how many teen boys have an interest in feminine things," replied Ann.

"Being a girl is such fun. I love sharing the experience." Brianna interjected before turning back to Alexis and proclaiming, "This rack has the neatest dresses for you, Alexis."

Alexis stepped decisively alongside Brianna, "You mean it?"

"Any of these would be great for your body shape as they are not clingy and won't show off your boyish frame underneath."

Brianna held up a simple black dress with a modest neckline fringed with lace.

"A basic black dress is the foundation of every feminine wardrobe. An added bonus with this dress is the corset-like wire frame support in the rib area that gives you the illusion of having real curves."

She held the dress up against Alexis's body while placing her other hand gently on his shoulder. "Let's go take look in the mirror."

Beth and Ann were following behind. Beth's hands and face were tense and she was biting her lower lip. "Remember what I told you," Ann calmly urged as she observed Beth's tenseness.

Alexis grasped the dress on the hanger and pulled it to his chest as he looked her in the eyes, reflected in the mirror. "P- p- please Mom, may I try it on?"

Finally, he had said it.

"I don't know what to think. But, if that's what you want to do," Beth paused, "I'll be supportive, dear."

The floor had not collapsed. Mom had approved. Alexis was trembling with nervous excitement as Brianna, grinning ear-to-ear, led him back toward the fitting rooms. "Take it easy. See, I told you it would be Okay. Did I not?"

Alexis closed the dressing room door and started taking off his clothes. His ribbed-white cotton tank-top undershirt and jockey boxer briefs seemed totally inappropriate at this moment, but they were all he had. He raised his arms, pulled the dress over his head and struggled with the buttons.

Alexis hesitated before opening the door. Was he really ready to model a dress for Ann, Brianna, and most importantly, his Mom? His bad dreams began to come back to him.

Maybe it would be better just to take it off now. This had already gone way farther than he could have ever dreamed it would. But, his Mom had just said she would be supportive. Maybe it was okay. He certainly hoped it was.

But, would it really be?